This will be one of the many reflections of a partly westernised Arab culture, with its kings, nestled between the medieval and the contemporary. A struggle for its own survival, in which customs are mixed with tourism and the search of every day. Morocco is traditionally a land of nomads and merchants. A tradition that saves, at the same time that oppresses by force of habit, in repetitions that tame with pain, while they like with charm, looking with repressed admiration on what is forbidden.
The abundance of poverty and the fine religious art that leaves out those who have no right, by divine circumstances, where the oasis is the perfect metaphor of its own duality: the green of the desert. In that mystical and crude desert where man faces his own condition, only before God, as an imazighen, a free man.